From above, Isaac gazed at her with desire still ablaze in his eyes, whispering, “It's too late."

With that, he turned and headed for the shower.

He likely had to relax because he was truly feeling the intense burning desire.

“Let me help," Camila offered as she followed him.

Isaac glanced back. Normally, he'd welcome her offer.

But not today!

Did she want him to be consumed by desire until he couldn't take it anymore?

"I can shower alone," Isaac said.

After that, he closed the bathroom door.

Hearing that, Camila pursed her lips.

Maybe she went too far.

About twenty minutes later, Isaac came out of the shower in his silky gray pajamas.

He stood tall, and his smooth, shiny silk pajamas enhanced his appeal even further.

Perhaps he was just too handsome.

Even in pajamas, he was undeniably charming.

“Let me dry your hair," Camila said sweetly, coming closer.

Isaac looked at her for a moment before chuckling gently, saying, “Since you're sincere, I'll let it slide this time."

"Thanks, honey," Camila said, wrapping her arms around him.

Isaac was pleased by her words.

He leaned down, kissed her forehead, and said, "I like when you call me that."